Then Moses stretched out his hand over the sea, and all that night the LORD drove the sea back with a strong east wind and turned it into dry land. The waters were divided...
Exodus 14:21
I want to tell you a story. It's about my oldest son, Wyatt, who spits out wisdom from his little seven year old heart faster than I do at thirty-six. This is not one of those precious, precocious stories that I love to share about my boys. This story is so full of good and real and it changed my life a little today.
I hope it will do the same for you.
Three weeks ago Wyatt received his first real Bible. He is quite the pint-sized theologian spouting out intense biblical knowledge like, "The Old Testament just had Numbers. The New Testament has 2 Timothy."
Word, son. Word.
This morning he was sharing his biblical prowess with his little brother, four year old Morgan.
"Morgy, do you know about Moses parting the Red Sea? Mom, where is the Red Sea?"
"Egypt." (This sounds right. Maybe? Where is the Red Sea? Eh, Egypt sounds good. He's seven. He won't know if I'm wrong. This, folks, is parenting at its finest.)
"Morgy, Moses took his staff and pounded it down and the sea parted right down the middle so the people could walk through."
This is where Morgan, who is surprisingly listening to the story, questions, "Where was Jesus?"
And this is where my Momma heart is so pleased that he asks such a question. I wait for brother's reply, expecting something like: "He's not born yet" or "He's not in this story."
But his answer, friend, makes me want to weep. Not as a proud Mommy, but as a fellow sojourner in this Christian walk.
My fellow Believer, Wyatt, says, "He's there. Not like really there, but He's the One parting the water."
He's the One parting the water.
Do you hear it? Does it sink into your heart with Holy Spirit power and clarity?
How many times have I whispered Jesus, I can't see you. Jesus, I can't feel you. Jesus I can't hear you.
And He's there. He's the One parting the water.
I look ahead, out over the vast sea. Not being able to see a sliver of land on the other side. And I cry out, Oh the enemy is so close behind! He will overtake me. There is no escape. I can't see a way around or through.
I am hopeless.
But why don't we see it? Opening up in front of us? The way ahead is as clear as day.
My friend, I want us to understand this truth today.
You can't see Him. But He's there.
Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy...
I Peter 1:8
Oh, how I promise you. He's there. And your believing in Him, Him who is holy and good will bring you holy and good things.
He turned the sea into dry land, they passed through the waters on foot-- come,
let us rejoice in him.
Psalm 66:6
Let's listen to our sweet Christian brother, Wyatt (who I just yelled at through gritted teeth for having caused intense amounts of chaos for the entirety of our Sunday afternoon. Perfection will not be obtained on this side of glory, friends...even for master theologian, Wyatt Smith).
When the enemy taunts and the waves seem rough and there is no land in sight, fix your eyes on Him who is unseen, but who is really seen in everything.
Because He's there-
He's the One parting the water.
